She very slowly ricocheted from wall to wall, soaking in each painting, unconcerned with the cluttered surrounding of weekend art seekers. Margot is a graduate of NYU’s Gallatin School and recently started a job at The Cultivist. She not only came for Jim Shaw’s survey exhibition at the New Museum but also got a docent tour by none other than the artist himself. Impossible to relinquish the impulse to take her photo, we loved Margot’s casual elegance. However, what drew us in even more was her combat boots and flannel skirt combo. It tapped into our soft side for 90s tv nostalgia, giving us flash backs to My So-Called Life’s teenage heroine and grunge maven Angela Chase. (photo by Xavier Aaronson)

Serena’s from Berlin — but made sure to specify that she was born in NYC — has impeccable taste in cute beanies and future chic skirts, while generally giving off a casual cool femininity that’s undeniable no matter how many striking women you’ve encountered in your life. She’s currently doing an internship at Independent Curators International before she returns to school to hopefully study art. While we can’t stop drooling over her Ohne Titel skirt — German for “untitled” — what she was most excited about were her new chromed out kicks.

Last Friday, the New Museum hosted an early evening Halloween party. They invited its members and handpicked je ne sais qui from NYC’s art, film and fashion circles.

That day, I guzzled the Halloween Kool-Aid and got swept down a river of costume frenzy upon which I was swimming madly as a party-thirsty shark.

There’s something eerie and bemusing about creeping through a museum as overgrown children donning masks and temporary face paint bumble around the galleries.

There was a medusa, two Frida Kahlhos, double unicorn action, a six-foot tall weed leaf, and a too-lifelike-for-comfort Bret Michaels. Far from dastardly, the ghoulish festivities were filled with well-mannered chatter and excited curiosity over each others’ elaborate and sometimes obscure costumes, all while surrounded by large-scale paintings by Chris Ofili and an installation by Lili Reynaud-Dewar.

I wouldn’t call it a rager but it was the snackiest of warm-up parties with the right kind of early evening punch to the sternum before heading into a long night leading into an early grave.

I don’t know much about shoes but I know enough to pay attention to a girl’s flats if they feature cat ears and whiskers on them. Alexa Chung keeps it simple at the New Museum. She was spotted right before she hopped on Carsten Höller’s interactive Slide installation. (photo by Xavier Aaronson)

All I want is to celebrate unsung beauties, the same way Jessica Diamond’s “Tribute to Kusama: Infinity” just wants to lionize the least selling color in the art world.

We spotted Annie at the New Museum last week. But instead of zooming in on Annie’s billowing hair, fierce eyebrows, crimson lips, and cheekily flowy dress, we thought it’d be more exciting if we just illustrated a sprinkling of babely hints.

It’s like Proust sort of said, let’s leave the super obvious hotties to the men with no imagination.

This was not one of those social art occasions of carefully choreographed interactions. This was a full-on boozy bash flush with NYC’s art-crowd trading in their hoity-toity remarks for 90s reminiscence and shared nostalgia from their weirdo teenage years.

I can’t say the party overshadowed the art —not like at Art Basel Miami Beach, at least —but from scanning the room it looked like most eyes were glazed in the hootch and ogling at each Gen X outfits.

For the longest time, I’ve admitted to not knowing anything about art. I stick to celebrating the unsung style that garbs today’s art-loving cabooses while fully admitting to being an ignoramus when it comes to actual art history. With all my cards on the table, my steerage through the art world’s fringe has been a lot more bearable.

Lucky for us, writer, photographer and all around power-babe, Cedar Pasori is our first contributor with the kind of art juice in her bones necessary for weaving together the website’s first ever, totally amazing “art review.”

Last week, Cedar sampled the pleasures of the highly anticipated ‘NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star’ exhibit at the New Museum. But instead of taking the obsessively scrupulous approach to art criticism by arguing the impossible and dissecting the minute, Cedar has prepared for us a delightfully unserious take on art commentary.

Read (and listen) to the first ever Babes At The Museum art review by Cedar, after the jump.

Security has been so good at their job lately that I’ve resorted to doggy paddling around the lobby of museums to snap a stylish photo. Here is a gleaming needle in a haystack, Siobhan spotted at the New Museum. (Photo by Xavier Aaronson)

Marielle spotted in front of Jonathas de Andrade’s Tropical Hangover at the New Museum. Marielle is Filipino who grew up in Okinawa, Japan and she currently studies architecture at Cal Poly. For those not familia with de Andrade’s work, Tropical Hangover is an installation of photographs featured at the museum’s Ungovernables Triennial. The photos are linked to pages of a romantic diary found the trash that litters Recife, Brazil. Thanks to our babe scout Nuo.

Marielle looking at Minam Apang’s He wore them like talismans all over his body,from the series “War with the stars”. Probably my favorite use of tea in a painting.